A snarky man's journey with ass cancer
After the fourth round of chemo, it was finally time to check my treatment progress with a CT scan.
As with the side-effects, the “I don’t wanna” factor is also cumulative. At least I might be halfway done with chemo…
If you do anything long enough, it becomes old; for me, chemo hit that point somewhere between round 2 and 3…
Thank you, your support has been overwhelming! Also, we already achieved one of my original goals…
I’m not sure what was harder, going into the first round of chemo not knowing what to expect, or going into round two knowing how awful I was going to feel in a few days. Nonetheless, I rallied my round two chemo buddies and away we went…
Join me in the side effects dungeon to hear all about eventful days that followed my first chemo infusion…
Chemotherapy [kee-moh-ther-uh-pee], the delicate balance between killing cancer, but not the lucky recipient. I was the lucky recipient last week as I underwent my first cycle of FLOFOX chemo. Strap in, because it’s a wild ride.
I’ve always been skeptical about sending a pile of my life building Lego blocks (DNA) to an unknown lab, but then I got ass cancer…
After the momentary respite, I met the last doctor on my cancer meet and greet tour, the colorectal surgeon. This guy sure knew how to throw a welcome party…
After finding out I have rectal cancer and deciding to receive care at a local university medical center, it was time to meet with even more doctors…
Laughing about Cancer